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Marianne
,
now
looking
dreadfully
white
,
and
unable
to
stand
,
sunk
into
her
chair
,
and
Elinor
,
expecting
every
moment
to
see
her
faint
,
tried
to
screen
her
from
the
observation
of
others
,
while
reviving
her
with
lavender
water
.
"
Go
to
him
,
Elinor
,
"
she
cried
,
as
soon
as
she
could
speak
,
"
and
force
him
to
come
to
me
.
Tell
him
I
must
see
him
again
—
must
speak
to
him
instantly
.
—
I
cannot
rest
—
I
shall
not
have
a
moment
’
s
peace
till
this
is
explained
—
some
dreadful
misapprehension
or
other
.
—
Oh
go
to
him
this
moment
.
"
"
How
can
that
be
done
?
No
,
my
dearest
Marianne
,
you
must
wait
.
This
is
not
the
place
for
explanations
.
Wait
only
till
tomorrow
.
"
With
difficulty
however
could
she
prevent
her
from
following
him
herself
;
and
to
persuade
her
to
check
her
agitation
,
to
wait
,
at
least
,
with
the
appearance
of
composure
,
till
she
might
speak
to
him
with
more
privacy
and
more
effect
,
was
impossible
;
for
Marianne
continued
incessantly
to
give
way
in
a
low
voice
to
the
misery
of
her
feelings
,
by
exclamations
of
wretchedness
.
In
a
short
time
Elinor
saw
Willoughby
quit
the
room
by
the
door
towards
the
staircase
,
and
telling
Marianne
that
he
was
gone
,
urged
the
impossibility
of
speaking
to
him
again
that
evening
,
as
a
fresh
argument
for
her
to
be
calm
.
She
instantly
begged
her
sister
would
entreat
Lady
Middleton
to
take
them
home
,
as
she
was
too
miserable
to
stay
a
minute
longer
.
Lady
Middleton
,
though
in
the
middle
of
a
rubber
,
on
being
informed
that
Marianne
was
unwell
,
was
too
polite
to
object
for
a
moment
to
her
wish
of
going
away
,
and
making
over
her
cards
to
a
friend
,
they
departed
as
soon
the
carriage
could
be
found
.
Scarcely
a
word
was
spoken
during
their
return
to
Berkeley
Street
.
Marianne
was
in
a
silent
agony
,
too
much
oppressed
even
for
tears
;
but
as
Mrs
.
Jennings
was
luckily
not
come
home
,
they
could
go
directly
to
their
own
room
,
where
hartshorn
restored
her
a
little
to
herself
.
She
was
soon
undressed
and
in
bed
,
and
as
she
seemed
desirous
of
being
alone
,
her
sister
then
left
her
,
and
while
she
waited
the
return
of
Mrs
.
Jennings
,
had
leisure
enough
for
thinking
over
the
past
.
That
some
kind
of
engagement
had
subsisted
between
Willoughby
and
Marianne
she
could
not
doubt
,
and
that
Willoughby
was
weary
of
it
,
seemed
equally
clear
;
for
however
Marianne
might
still
feed
her
own
wishes
,
SHE
could
not
attribute
such
behaviour
to
mistake
or
misapprehension
of
any
kind
.
Nothing
but
a
thorough
change
of
sentiment
could
account
for
it
Her
indignation
would
have
been
still
stronger
than
it
was
,
had
she
not
witnessed
that
embarrassment
which
seemed
to
speak
a
consciousness
of
his
own
misconduct
,
and
prevented
her
from
believing
him
so
unprincipled
as
to
have
been
sporting
with
the
affections
of
her
sister
from
the
first
,
without
any
design
that
would
bear
investigation
.
Absence
might
have
weakened
his
regard
,
and
convenience
might
have
determined
him
to
overcome
it
,
but
that
such
a
regard
had
formerly
existed
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
doubt
.
As
for
Marianne
,
on
the
pangs
which
so
unhappy
a
meeting
must
already
have
given
her
,
and
on
those
still
more
severe
which
might
await
her
in
its
probable
consequence
,
she
could
not
reflect
without
the
deepest
concern
.
Her
own
situation
gained
in
the
comparison
;
for
while
she
could
ESTEEM
Edward
as
much
as
ever
,
however
they
might
be
divided
in
future
,
her
mind
might
be
always
supported
.
But
every
circumstance
that
could
embitter
such
an
evil
seemed
uniting
to
heighten
the
misery
of
Marianne
in
a
final
separation
from
Willoughby
—
in
an
immediate
and
irreconcilable
rupture
with
him
.
Before
the
house
-
maid
had
lit
their
fire
the
next
day
,
or
the
sun
gained
any
power
over
a
cold
,
gloomy
morning
in
January
,
Marianne
,
only
half
dressed
,
was
kneeling
against
one
of
the
window
-
seats
for
the
sake
of
all
the
little
light
she
could
command
from
it
,
and
writing
as
fast
as
a
continual
flow
of
tears
would
permit
her
.
In
this
situation
,
Elinor
,
roused
from
sleep
by
her
agitation
and
sobs
,
first
perceived
her
;
and
after
observing
her
for
a
few
moments
with
silent
anxiety
,
said
,
in
a
tone
of
the
most
considerate
gentleness
,
